April 10, 2014
Deciding to put the kids in school has seemed to work out well. Everyone is thriving and I have a lot more time to focus on getting things put away in the new house. I know I may have said this before, but this may very well be the happiest time of our lives.
Yesterday started out very promising. I signed up to chaperone a field trip to the Smithsonian Natural History Museum with Michael's class. Lucy was able to come along and I was very much looking forward to seeing the caveman exhibit I heard about on NPR. An artist/anthropologist has rethought how to reconstruct early man beginning at the bones and sculpting from the inside out. I was also pretty excited at the thought that I could put Michael back on the bus and go to the Cherry Blossom Festival with Lucy. I've never been in 15 years of living in DC and with homeschooling in our rear view mirror, this was the perfect time.
We got up early, packed a yummy lunch, put on our best walking shoes and got set to hit the town. That is when our plan unravelled.
First of all, I got separated from the school bus I was following, which if you know DC traffic you will understand that this spells disaster. As the bus sailed through a yellow light at a main thoroughfare and into the city of gridlock and tunnels, I felt like I was waving to the launching space shuttle from terra firma. Farewell. Hope to see you again someday.
I then employed the help of my frenemy (mostly enemy) Siri. I think I said something like this, "Siri, I know we have had our differences in the past but I really need you to get me to the Natural History Museum. The Smithsonian. In Washington DC." Apparently Siri hasn't forgiven me for all the times I have cursed her and wished her dead over the years, because what I heard back was, "Starting route to … Hayden Planetarium" the one in New Flipping York. I then screamed some obscenities at Siri and told her I really did wish her dead. And I do.
I used my very own homing skills to get us to the Natural History Museum and as I turned the corner I saw Michael's bus. Victory. That is when I heard Lucy in the back say, "Mommy, my tummy hurts….. blaaahhhhhhhh!" She vomited all over herself and the seat of the car. Game over. I called one of the moms that I knew on the bus and got the message to Michael that we had to go home. He was fine. He enjoyed the trip but never did get to see the cavemen.
Lucy and I took the long way home. She used one of Grant's old shirts to mop up the vomit and sucked her fingers as we drove the route of the cherry blossoms.
Someday I will make it to that festival, and when I do, I am sure that I will find myself wistful for the days of vomit and field trips. All in, I count myself very fortunate. Very fortunate indeed.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
This here? This is a pretty big deal. In my constant quest to present suitably edible baked goods to one desperately-allergic daughter of mine, I have engineered what might be the most delicious concoction since Nutella.
(Just kidding. Nothing is better than Nutella.)
8 oz daiya
(I combined 4 oz cheddar style and 4 oz mozzarella style. You can do what you want.)
8 oz truRoots ancient grain pasta elbows
(I imagine that any gluten free pasta will do. Plain rice pasta seems gluey and flavorless. This cooked up al dente.)
1 Cup Rice Milk (or your favorite milk substitute.)
1/2 tsp freshly ground black pepper
1/2 tsp onion salt
1) Preheat oven to 400
2) Prepare the ancient grain pasta according to the directions and drain.
3) As any macaroni and cheese connoisseur knows, the cheese must be made into a sauce in order to achieve the proper silky texture. Therefore, put your daiya into a medium saucepan with the Rice Milk and heat over a medium/low heat stirring constantly. Slowly. Don't burn it.
4) Add onion salt and pepper to taste. Make sure to taste it. I like more pepper to give it that rustic taste, but you might not. 1/2 teaspoon is safe.
5) Once the cheese sauce is appropriately saucy, pour it onto the prepared noodles. Combine well.
6) Pour entire mixture into a small casserole and bake on 400 for 15 minutes or until it gets that brown crust that makes you go, "Mmmmmmm!"
7) cool and enjoy.
Even my non-allergy kids loved this dish. 3 cheers for daiya. Here is a shot of the ingredients for those inclined to look at such:
|daiya - it's not plastic!|
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Apparently the aforementioned don't fall far from one another because of this:
An Ode to Jackie Robinson
Football, baseball, cross-country too
Jackie Robinson, which will you choose?
The Brooklyn Dodgers called your name
And you went down in the Hall of Fame
By Michael K. Steele
Fanciful wordplay must run in the family because I think Michael "hit a home run" with this little bit of poetic brilliance.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
I've been completely hooked on micro flower arranging lately. Here is my tip:
Whole Foods spice jars make fantastic little vases when you're done with the spice. Just peel off the label and voila! You have a darling little vase.
Flowers: Ranunculus from Trader Joes
Vase: Bay Leaf spice jar from Whole Foods
Thursday, February 20, 2014
As far as friends go, if an 11 year old boy could be considered one of my friends, then this box is a gift to one of my besties. I am so proud to gift it to him.
This is a variation on my original post where I listed out where I got the fabric and the box. This time, because I was afraid that there wouldn't be enough badges to make it look worthy, I got some scrapbooking stickers in camping themes from JoAnn Fabric and Michael's Craft.
Once again - Iron, hot glue, lint roll. I don't like bunchy sloppy shadow boxes.